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    Laura and the Railroad Baron: Montana Women, #4
    Laura and the Railroad Baron: Montana Women, #4
    Laura and the Railroad Baron: Montana Women, #4
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    Laura and the Railroad Baron: Montana Women, #4

    By Nancy Pirri

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    Laura Elizabeth Woodbury, heir to a Montana cattle ranch, has just lost her father. A year ago, he bestowed upon her the nickname, "princess Sapphire" when he discovered sapphires in a mine where, sixteen years earlier, he'd found gold. The independent Laura is astonished to learn her father has hired a fancily-dressed stranger to assist her in finding a suitable husband, and to help run the ranch.

    Matt Black is the right hand man of a Minnesota railroad baron who'd been a friend of Laura's father. Matt's been hired to head up a team of railroad workers replacing damaged railroad tacks across Montana and to find a decent man to marry Laura. Matt is completely unprepared for the headstrong, willful blond and soon finds himself in love with her. Laura feels the same way about Matt—until she learns his secret that will change her life completely.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSatin Romance
    Release dateJun 12, 2018
    ISBN9781386650416
    Laura and the Railroad Baron: Montana Women, #4
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    Nancy Pirri

    Nancy Schumacher is the owner-publisher of Melange Books, LLC, writing under the pseudonyms, Nancy Pirri and Natasha Perry. Nancy has been a member of Romance Writers of America and her local chapter, Midwest Fiction Writers, for several years. She is also one of the founders of a second Minnesota RWA chapter, Northern Lights Writers (NLW).Website: www.nancypirri.com

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      Laura and the Railroad Baron - Nancy Pirri

      Laura and the Railroad Baron

      Laura and the Railroad Baron

      A Montana Women Novella

      Nancy Pirri

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Thank You For Reading

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      About the Author

      Also by Nancy Pirri

      Copyright © 2018 by Nancy Pirri

      First Printing: 2017

      ISBN: 978-1-68046-653-9

      Published by Satin Romance

      An Imprint of Melange Books, LLC

      White Bear Lake, MN 55110

      www.satinromance.com

      Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

      Published in the United States of America.

      Cover Design by Caroline Andrus

      Chapter 1

      July 1886

      South Central Montana

      The Woodbury Ranch

      N ineteen-year-old women do not have guardians, Laura Elizabeth Woodbury huffed.

      No wonder the ranch hands referred to her as ‘Princess Sapphire’, thought Matt Black, stretched out in the side chair across from her. If it hadn’t been for the curve of her breasts, she could have been a child sitting behind the desk. He guessed her booted feet didn’t quite touch the floor. Bright red spots of color appeared on her fair cheeks, her complexion delicate as a porcelain doll. But the steel beneath that refined surface showed in her ramrod straight spine.

      I am sorry, Miss Woodbury, the solicitor, Samuel Simpson, replied. "You do need a guardian. Your father was quite adamant that you wouldn’t be able to run this ranch on your own. And Mr. Black is a capable man. Give him a chance, won’t you?"

      But I had a perfectly capable foreman until Mr. Black decided to relieve him of his position. John Whitman was the best foreman we ever had.

      Sitting beside the lawyer, Matt Black decided she was deliberately ignoring him by failing to ask why he had to be present at the reading of her father’s will. Though they’d met before, the circumstances were certainly less amiable this time.

      He was…until he showed a little bit too much personal interest in you, Mr. Simpson said uncomfortably.

      Matt had found her in the barn, dressed as she was now in buckskin pants and a man’s shirt. More specifically, he’d found her in the clutching embrace of her foreman, apparently not struggling to get away. He wondered why a gently born and raised woman would allow a man such liberties.

      Laura’s father had been a life-long friend of Paul Hill, Matt’s uncle. Hill, being too ill himself to perform the duties for his friend upon his recent demise, had relegated the job to his nephew. Matt owed much of his success in life as both a railroad and lumber baron to his uncle, so he’d willingly agreed to attend to Miss Woodbury’s future while on business in Montana.

      There’s no need to worry, Samuel said. Mr. Black will be in charge until he finds a new foreman for you. He’ll be staying here in one of the guest rooms until he’s completed his business.

      Laura sputtered, There was nothing wrong with how John handled the foreman job.

      Matt sighed. The man may have been an adequate foreman, but he had no business putting his hands on her. Which was exactly what Matt told him when he tossed the no-good off the ranch.

      Miss Woodbury, this portion of this discussion should be between you and me, not Mr. Simpson.

      She turned an ice-blue gaze on Matt, one he guessed likely silenced most men … not him.

      His father had passed away when he was but sixteen, leaving him with four younger sisters and his mother to care for. He’d become the ‘man’ of the house then and, quite frankly, his gentle mother couldn’t handle her brood of strong-willed daughters. Soon, he found himself in the unenviable position of being guardian and disciplinarian. A week didn’t go by when one of his sisters was planted over his knee for a plain old-fashioned whipping. Initially, he’d hated the chore, but eventually fell naturally into the dominant role, and in due time, the girls listened to him, and the discipline sessions grew farther apart. Now, as they were all married, they were their husbands’ responsibility, thank God.

      Looking at the cool exterior of Laura Woodbury, he decided she was no different than his sisters and suspected sooner than later she’d be over his knee. He smiled at the thought, thinking how different this would be from spanking his sisters, but he was the man for the job, and would exert his authority over her. Sinking back against the back of his chair he found himself delighting in the prospect.

      Trying to reason with her, he said, Your father only wanted you to be cared for. He wanted you protected. That duty and responsibility has fallen to me. He smiled. I won’t be staying forever, just until you’re settled.

      Matt had to wonder about the uncertainty crossing her face. She appeared to not believe a single word he said. Her uncertain expression changed to sadness, and he tried recalling what he’d said to make her so melancholy. Recalling his words about how much her father had wanted her cared for must be the reason.

      What do you mean by ‘settled’? My father never said a word about any of this to me.

      Settled, Miss Woodbury, as in married. With her long, gold hair and pretty features, Matt had the feeling finding a suitable man to marry her wouldn’t be difficult.

      She gasped, then started coughing behind her hand, her eyes filling with tears.

      Are you all right? Matt asked as he went to stand but settled back in his chair at her upraised palm.

      She pulled a lace handkerchief from her shirt’s breast pocket and wiped her eyes. You can’t be serious!

      I most certainly am. Matt rose from his chair, stepped forward and planted his hands on the desk. When he leaned toward her, she sank back in her chair, cringing away from him. You may choose your future husband, but I have final approval.

      What gives you the right to order me about?

      As Mr. Simpson informed you, I’m your guardian and protector. He

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